Surrounded by a brazillion people and major fireworks display sounds last night there was one guy you could hear from time to time
” YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ” over it all.
It was hilarious and awesome. I can still hear it and I’m smiling :)
Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain — July 4, 2013 @ 8:54 pm
as a kid, I played w/ lots of little fires and a few small explosions (worst was tossing a CO2 cartridge into a small fire for the ensuing smallish ‘bang’).
Later as a young man had a chance to participate in the launch of 5 (five) no shit Submarine Ballistic Missiles. These were all test shots, and we were *very* careful to make sure that the warheads were removed and replaced by telemetry, but it was still *damn* sure exciting to set off so much high explosive.
(the rocket fuel propellent is essentially highly engineered high explosives . . . tens of thousands of pounds of it for each missile).
Comment by The Digital Hairshirt — July 5, 2013 @ 2:51 am
My cousin and I did something, homemade, one 4th of July.
[...we wusn`t old enuf to get driver`s licenses, but were in the fields on tractors in Spring n Summer...]
What we did: Took a 55 gallon steel barrel w removeable lid. Dumped in about 5 lbs of carbide (…used mostly in them days for filling carbide lamps on hats fer coon hunting at night…).
Then we poured in enuf water to git the carbide disolving and makin carbide fumes. Put the lid on; poked one end of dynamite fuse inside and lit the other end outside. Than ran about 10-15 yds to get behind a tree trunk.
When the fuse lit all the carbide fumes:: A fucking “BOOM” that left both of us with ringing ears for several days afterward, AND blew that barrel lid about a coupla hunnert yards skyward!!!!
Downside: By the time we got back to the farm big house […where our grandpa lived, he had got a phone call from a neighbor farmer that his milk cows had stampeded jist as he was opening his milk barn to milk them and he did not know where they had run to, but would have to find them in the dark and milk them, even if it took all night!!!1
Grandpa sent us over to help round up the cows, milk them. AND we had to help milk them for one whole week, as punishment!!!
Fast forward: Vietnam, 1966, I was standing jist a little too close to an 8 inch artillery piece when they fired it. Damn! Did not sound as loud as that barrel we fired as kids, but the ringing in my ears lasted about the same amount of time….
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — July 5, 2013 @ 10:58 am
COL Jerry: When I was a little ‘un, I had a carbide cannon: a little thing, maybe 3″ barrel. We put carbide in it, and some water. I forget how we made the spark. We didn’t think about upscaling the process.
Comment by Melissa In Texas — July 5, 2013 @ 6:10 pm
Ain’t many neighbors at Sea, and we were on a range that was patrolled to chase off the clueless. The best behaved observer was always the Soviet Intell Ship (‘AGI’); they knew the rules and carefully stayed in the correct quadrant . . . of course they also knew what could happen if they were near enough down range if there was a problem w/ the missile.
That said, it’s a heckuva a show if your can get close enough to watch a launch.